the last gentleman

Chapter 137 Depth
【Swan Academy】

All the gentlemen present, including the discouraged students who failed the test, also raised their heads at this moment, looking at the young man floating in the sky.

Yi Chen's floating height has reached the roof, and if there is no limit from the roof, he would even fly out of the school.

The depth of consciousness he has achieved has surpassed the normal value, perfectly matching the thinking space drawn by the principal, and constructing a true spiritual scene that is indistinguishable from reality.

All senses will be 100% restored in the thinking space, and the test will be more intuitive, more realistic and effective.

Under the crying mask, the headmaster's eyes also changed. She rarely saw such a young student with such an interesting brain and such deep thinking.

……

【Rainy Night Gallery】

"It's very clear, very real...it's not even much different from reality.

It is completely different from the hazy, uncontrollable and fuzzy feeling of passively withdrawing from consciousness and going to the old world. This is exactly like what happened in real life.

Words,

Supported by the principal, according to my weakness, is the thinking space constructed by consciousness so dark? "

finger rain,

shadows outside the window,

And a series of weird and disturbing abstract paintings, such as "The Woman of Messandra", corresponding to a woman whose head is tilted at 90°, she is out of place with the pedestrians around her, standing in the crowded street, Eye sockets full of blood stared out of the frame.

Yi Chen habitually wanted to open the suitcase and take out the hatchet and gun, but found that there was nothing in his hand.

There is also no response when trying to use plants.
The whole consciousness that came to the thinking space was restricted by the principal to an ordinary body,
However, Yi Chen pinched his arm hard, and what he felt was not pain, but itching... It showed that what Teacher Zed had taught him would not be affected, and this change in the essence of the body was related to the essence of the soul, which could not be shielded.

"Although I don't know whether the flow of time here is consistent with reality, let's hurry up."

Since this is a gallery,
No matter how eerie and weird, Yi Chen immediately substituted himself as an "spectator" who came to participate in the art exhibition, carefully observing each painting.

Before starting to appreciate, Yi Chen took a rough look around.

A square gallery composed of four corridors, without any entrances and exits.

Although details such as the length of each gallery, the location of windows, and the color of the carpet are all the same, Yi Chen still uses the names of the paintings at the beginning and end of the gallery to distinguish them, and number them with numbers.

Among them, the number of paintings in galleries 1 to 3 is equal,

Only one painting is missing in the middle of Gallery No. 4, and there is a blank wall, but after some inspection, it is just an ordinary wall, and there is nothing special about it for the time being.

The only [difference] is likely to be the key to breaking the game in Yi Chen's eyes.

The next step is to appreciate the paintings one by one.

Different from the precise memory of the details of the scene on weekdays, Yi Chen did not deliberately record the drawing patterns in his mind.
It is impossible to completely memorize and reproduce this art form by memory alone.

Instead, combine the title of the painting as much as possible to understand, feel, and appreciate the essence of the painting.

When I stopped at the fourth painting - "Orange Abandoned Baby", a thunder flashed outside the window again, accompanied by the sound of glass shattering.

A sudden abnormality forced Yi Chen to turn his head to look.

The square window in the middle of the gallery has an extra exaggerated crack due to the thunder just now.

"Interfering factors? 』

Yi Chen didn't show any expression changes, and was ready to continue to immerse himself in the appreciation of the paintings.

However, when his eyes returned to the painting "Orange Abandoned Baby", the baby that should have existed under the orange tree disappeared, leaving only the scattered swaddling clothes.

The change in the painting made Yi Chen instantly vigilant,

WaWa!

A burst of crying came from the corner of the corridor, and all the nearby candles were extinguished.

slowly,
A yellow baby whose skin was replaced by orange peel crawled out of the darkness,

The completely torn mouth reveals insect-like fangs, and there are strong grasshopper-like appendages on the abdomen.

The moment it appeared, it jumped directly towards Yi Chen, its fangs locked on the jugular artery.

"This is……"

Relying on his combat experience, Yi Chen immediately made a quick dodge.

While dodging completely,
body like a bow,

hands into hammers,

Smash down vertically!It perfectly hit the orange abandoned baby in mid-air, and it was smashed to the ground with great force.

Without giving the monster any respite plan, the soles of the shoes go down.

Pa~ Ignore the slime on the soles of the shoes and continue to appreciate the next painting.

And take up part of the brain capacity to think quickly about what happened just now,
"I didn't expect the [mental test] initiated by the principal to be dangerous. If you die in it, the test may fail directly.

As for the materialization of the painting, based on the situation just now, two reasons can be deduced,
1. Lightning flashed outside the window

2. My subjective appreciation of paintings

Satisfying these two conditions at the same time should lead to the materialization of the painting... The next time there is a flash of lightning, try not to look away, maybe you can avoid such a situation.

Also, I have to speed up.

The gallery is not stable. Once these cracked windows are broken, all the ghosts crawling outside will flood in, and the test will probably fail. 』

During the thinking period, Yi Chen's brain overflowed with white steam again, and with the improvement of concentration, he gradually accelerated the appreciation speed of the paintings.

The interval between each thunderstorm is almost the same,
When Yi Chen tasted the ninth painting - "Maze and Shadow", thunder flashed and accompanied by a clearer sound of glass cracking, and a bigger crack appeared on the window.

But this time Yi Chen didn't tilt his head, staring at the painting in front of him.

The monster with a humanoid body and a sunflower head in the maze still exists in the painting, and has not come out to make trouble.

"Nice!As long as you keep your eyes on the field of vision and keep your subjective consciousness unshakable, the things in the painting can't come out... It really is a pure thinking space, and subjective consciousness plays a bigger role. It's really interesting. 』

After reaching the conclusion, Yi Chen no longer has any distraction, abandons all interference, and completely immerses himself in the appreciation of paintings.

With the tasting in galleries 1, 2, and 3 over,

And finally to the slightly different Gallery 4,
In the middle of the corridor, there is a blank painting on the wall facing the window.

Snapped!Lightning flashed.

The violent thunder shattered a small piece of the cracked window, and the rain couldn't wait to pour into it, pouring into the gallery in the form of water.

Yi Chen remained unaffected, ignoring the water layer overflowing the soles, and carried out the final tasting at the fastest speed.

When the view moves away from the last painting.

Fragments of paintings that have been understood and digested quickly flash back in the mind, effectively intertwined, and spliced ​​with each other to form a brand new thing.

Yi Chen moved to the middle of Gallery 4,

Seriously staring at the blank white wall,
Try to imprint the things that come out of your mind, and wait for an opportunity.

Snapped!
Yi Chen blinked while the thunder was shining.

There was an extra painting on the wall that was originally empty in front of him... This painting is the result of the fusion of Yi Chen's brain and the collection of all the paintings.

It's called "The Door".

What is drawn between the picture frames is a brand new iron door, which is the 'exit' to the outside world.

At this time,
Phew!The windows behind him were completely shattered.

When the shattered pieces of glass flew past Yi Chen, there were ghostly shadow arms that grabbed them together.

It's a pity that as he moved forward, these arms were all caught empty.

Without any influence, Yi Chen continued to stare at the painting, approaching very calmly.

When the distance between the two is less than ten centimeters,
Maybe it was too serious to look at the iron gate between the picture frames, and felt that the iron gate seemed to have been seen somewhere,

Perhaps concentrating on appreciating paintings made him fall into a deeper area of ​​consciousness, even exceeding the principal's set value.

Some weird brain signals suddenly surged out,
These signals directly affect the current thinking space, like pitch-black threads crawling towards the "Door".

The iron door between the paintings became more and more real, even with rusty scars and scratched metal doorplates.

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Yi Chen couldn't control it, and instinctively raised his hand to touch it.

When he touched the cold iron door between the paintings... creak~ The sound of the door shaft rubbing against each other echoed in his brain.

The gallery, the rain, and the shadows in front of me no longer exist,
But he didn't return to the Swan Academy...but fell into a deeper consciousness space, an independent space derived from his own consciousness.

More real and free from outside interference.

Yi Chen's eyes widened, he had never been so flustered and terrified.

"How could this be... why did you come here!?"

The more excited emotions caused traces of black threads to spread between the pupils of the eyes, and even completely blackened the eyes.

(End of this chapter)